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The head of Taylor’s cock breached the pouch, and he breathed out. He couldn’t come already, dammit.

This was unlike anything he’d ever done. The pressure and slickness were different than the sex he was used to, but he could definitely get used to it. He prayed he would have the opportunity to.

He could feel Twig tighten around him, and Twig’s cock rubbed against his at the same time. He didn’t want to disappoint Twig or himself, but the sensations were maddening.

“Come inside me,” Twig murmured.

Taylor bit his lower lip. “Male dragons can get pregnant.”

“I’m not fertile. I’d know if I was. I want this, Taylor. Please.”

How could Taylor say no to that? He had to trust that Twig knew himself, and if by any chance he was wrong, well. They’d deal with the consequences together.

Twig kissed him while pushing up against him, and Taylor stopped thinking. He pushed deeper inside Twig, thrusting as Twig squeezed around him.

Taylor squeezed Twig’s thigh with one hand and held himself up on the back of the couch with the other. His cock jerked inside Twig, and when Twig’s body squeezed around Taylor once again, Taylor did as Twig had told him and came inside of him.

He didn’t want to leave Twig behind, though, so he reached for Twig’s cock. It was warm, smooth, and as slick as the rest of Twig’s groin area, and it jerked in Taylor’s hand as he pulled on it. His cock wasn’t softening, so he used it, fucking into Twig until he felt him tremble. When Twig cried out, Taylor knew he had him, but he didn’t stop until Twig’s cock erupted, making their slick situation even slicker.

They were going to need a shower.

* * * *

TAYLOR HAD FALLEN ASLEEP a little while ago, after they’d had a shower and dinner and Twig had agreed to spend the night. They’d ended up in Taylor’s nest and had had sex—or was it made love? Twig wasn’t sure yet—again, and while Twig was tired, his didn’t seem able to settle. He kept thinking about how different everything was now, and how little time it had taken to change.

A year ago, he’d just been Twig, one of the old king’s bastards. He’d worked alongside his mother in the kitchen. It had been a decent life, but a lonely one, and he’d watched his siblings from afar, too afraid to reach out. Now he was Twig, council member. He spent time with Rune and Killian and more of his siblings than he ever had before. He had Taylor. Of course, he’d had to survive being poisoned to get here, but he didn’t even mind that anymore. It hadn’t been fun, and he really hoped it would never happen again, but he’d survived it and come out the other side stronger. He’d even argue he wouldn’t be here right now if he hadn’t been poisoned, so maybe, in some strange way, he owed Pearl something.

He still hoped he’d never see her again. She might be his sister, but there was no love between them, and there never would be. Twig hoped she wouldn’t try anything stupid, like coming back to the palace, but she had to be furious. Knowing her, she was biding her time, and she’d strike again when they least expected it.

That didn’t matter, though. Killian would be ready. Twig would be right there, supporting him. He couldn’t say for sure they’d win next time too, but they’d try.

Taylor rolled over and pressed closer. Twig couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on his face. He’d never shared a nest with anyone like this before. He hadn’t known what to expect, and it was strange to have someone sleeping beside him, but he didn’t mind it. Maybe that would change once he actually tried to fall asleep, but for now, he was happy just cuddling Taylor and smiling at the ceiling.

He had a lot to smile about. He had everything he could have ever wanted, and a path ahead of him. He had a bright future, his mother, his siblings, and a partner.

Pearl had thought he didn’t matter when she’d had him poisoned. She hadn’t cared whether he lived or died.

But he hadn’t died. In fact, he was thriving. And as Ilias had just found out, that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

Taylor’s arm snaked around Twig’s waist, interrupting his train of thought. It was a new sensation for him, and he felt his body flush at the touch against his scales, so close to his cloaca. Taylor was still asleep, though, and Twig should do the same. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to when they were so close, but he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

The nest smelled of him and Taylor. It smelled of their future.

It put a smile on Twig’s lips that stayed there until he fell asleep.

Epilogue

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TAYLOR WASN’T ASSIGNED to Twig’s security anymore. There was no reason for him to be. Pearl was a thing of the past, and for now, her allies were quiet.

No one fooled themselves into thinking it would stay that way forever. Taylor was convinced she’d be back, if only to get revenge on Killian. She seemed like exactly the kind of person who would. In the meantime, though, Killian and Twig were safe, which meant Taylor had started being assigned elsewhere in the palace.

He moved around a lot, but he had his favorite spots now, and one of them was near the kitchen. He and Willa weren’t quite best friends, and maybe they never would be, but every time she found him standing there working, she snuck him some food. It was sweet, and he never turned it down.

He didn’t want to end up on her bad side ever again.

This time, she wasn’t coming from the kitchen. She was coming down the hallway in her dragon form, tail swishing behind her. Twig walked next to her in human form, talking and gesturing with his hands. They hadn’t noticed Taylor yet, and he didn’t call out. Not only was he working, but he also enjoyed just watching the two of them together.